The Immortal Jellyfish and the Unexpected Twist

 

Upon the ocean floor, it lies; content to let the world drift by. The nature of its life unfolds; among the depths so dark and cold.

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This jellyfish immortal be; no longer roams an untouched sea. Like ghosts of long-dead friends abide; the plastic bags we seek to hide.

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Standing still upon the sands; a child with plastic in their hands. The Jellyfish lives out of sight; as does the nature of its plight.

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How does this child understand; the power resting in their hands? Have these changes come too late; for us to shape the oceans fate?

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There is an unexpected twist; as the child regards their fist. How precious could this plastic be; if it never touched the sea?

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The jellyfish has no say; in the things we throw away. These are choices that we make; In what we love or we forsake.

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Take a moment to revise; the life of things and their demise; how precious could our plastics be; If they never touched the sea?